From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 445 The Prototype of an Extraordinary Army

"Gareth is one of the Knights of the Round Table in the legend of King Arthur, the youngest son of the King of Orkney, and the nephew of Arthur Pendragon. He is Welsh and of red dragon blood!"

Among the audience, someone immediately recognized the other person, which kept many people's attention focused on the scene.

"Gareth, it's been a long time!" Merlin's figure also appeared in the air, floating there, standing facing each other.

Gareth clearly had great respect for Merlin, and he jumped off the red dragon and landed on the ground. "Honorable Mage Merlin, I have brought the Trial of Nature. Is your selection over?"

"It's over. The Tree of Life has selected one thousand people to undergo the next trial!" Merlin said. "These one thousand are those with a heart of nature, and they are the chosen ones before the final decision!"

"But before that, there are 39,000 people left. According to the agreement between Arthur and me, you can choose to become knights!"

"This is also why I summoned you here!"

Upon hearing this, the 39,000 people, whose faces had been withered and whose expressions had been bleak, immediately raised their heads!
What did they hear? It turns out that failing the trial is not necessarily the end, but rather a brand new beginning?
Even a failure can choose to become a knight?

To become a successor to the Knights of the Round Table, who shared a table with King Arthur in Celtic mythology?
Even if they don't reach the level of Sun Knight Gawain or Holy Knight Galahad, they are still much better than the current losers.

They will truly be integrated into the unique system of the Celtic pantheon, rather than remaining outside the world.

But Gareth continued, “Those who choose to become knights will follow me to Great Britain to fight against the cursed undead. You can choose to refuse, and those who refuse can still take their power and return to their own land!”

"King Arthur believed that the new king should lead the knights to cleanse the kingdom of its crisis—but not just as a job. We are to face the resentful spirits of the dead and all the evils of that era behind them!"

"That's an enemy you'll have to risk your lives to defeat! So all I need are loyal warriors who are willing to sacrifice themselves for Britain!"

This Knight of the Round Table looked very unassuming, and didn't seem to display any power, yet no one dared to underestimate him.

After all, he himself said that he represented the king who was famous throughout the entire Celtic mythology, Arthur Pendragon!

King Arthur, who once conquered half of Europe!
Everyone fell silent, not just the losers, but also the winners.

The losers began their choices, discovering that the Celtic trial-takers seemed particularly fond of psychological manipulation, each decision a matter of the heart.

This is still a matter of choice. Those who come to this world to participate in the selection of the Heart of Nature have already made such a choice once, and now they have to make it again.

Should they return with their current power and become extraordinary individuals, rare even in the world?
Or should I take another chance, acquire the power of the Knights of the Round Table, and become a true superhuman, instead of just someone with a little bit of power but no substance?
But choosing a more powerful force means facing the millions of Victorian souls still in the Thames, and even having to cleanse the country of all its crises!
Many people know that the current crisis in Great Britain is not a simple invasion of the dead, but rather the dissatisfaction of the Celtic gods with the Irish people who died on this land!

To put it more accurately, it's about making enemies of the gods, rather than cleaning up the souls of the dead!

Even if it is done in the name of the new king, some people will feel it is inappropriate, so many people are weighing the pros and cons.

Then they saw Gareth's disappointed look. "When you're weighing the pros and cons, you've already lost your right to be knights. Mage Merlin, please help me eliminate them!"

Merlin slightly raised his hand, and without any visible movement, those who were still pondering were teleported directly back to the banks of the Thames.

Only three thousand people remained at the foot of the Tree of Life.

Yes, only two thousand people were truly willing to sacrifice themselves for Britain without any hesitation. This almost cruel selection mechanism made many people feel the seriousness of this Knight of the Round Table. Looking at his chiseled face, they asked in a low voice, "Sir Gareth, Great Britain is in danger, isn't it?"

Gareth nodded without hesitation, "In fact, the gods were preparing to completely destroy everything on this continent. If it weren't for His Majesty Arthur and the mage Merlin arguing their case, this island would already be a dead land!"

“We assure the gods that after the new king arrives in Britain, the Celtic people will be treated as they deserve, our army will patrol the island to protect peace, and the new king will restore the glory of the Celts!”

This sentence is short, but it contains an astonishing amount of information!

Especially those countries that explored the New World with Great Britain, they immediately realized that, according to the other party, rebuilding the Celtic glory meant... there is no place for the Ansar people on this island now, right?

The New World is truly the only way out for the Windsor family!
"Oh no, we've lost out!" This was the first thing that came to the Golden Retriever's mind, but when he tried to seek justice, Gao stopped him firmly!
"Your Excellency, please don't go!"

The golden retriever looked at him and said, "Why can't we go? They deceived us. They were about to be kicked out themselves, but they used the excuse of taking over the new world to get us to invest a lot of money!"

“We now hold 50% of the investment in the entire New World construction! Shouldn’t the Windsor family be the one to pay for such a large sum of money?”

The golden retriever must be furious! He's always the one extorting money from others, never the other way around! He won't be at peace until he gets revenge!

Gao quickly explained, “There are two reasons, Your Excellency! First, the other side definitely knows about this. It might even be that King Charles and Grand Master Merlin who discussed it together, which is why they are so fearless! What if we really go to negotiate with them, and then they go to Grand Master Merlin and say that our obstruction has caused the delay in the recovery of the British Isles?”

After this was said, the golden-haired man fell silent. After all, they didn't have their own superhuman abilities, and they weren't like those countries that were truly bound to superhuman abilities. If they said something like this, they would have to bear the wrath of the Celts!
"Secondly, our number of superhumans is still very small, and more than a quarter of those in this Royal Selection Trial are British!" Gao earnestly advised. "They have almost overnight acquired the largest number of state-owned superhuman groups in the world!"

Upon hearing this, the golden retriever completely calmed down.

No matter how inhumane Britain may be, it cannot stop it from being the country with the largest Irish and Celtic population in the world. Most of these people are British, and now that they have returned, they will surely become a force to be reckoned with.

This extraordinary power easily surpassed America's, making them the world's largest superhuman group, bar none!

The only power that could possibly surpass them was the Papacy, but the Papacy's power was distributed throughout the world, while Great Britain, because of this relocation, became the country with the most and densest concentration of superhumans.

"Tsk, how come these people are so lucky?" Even the blond guy was jealous. Because almost all of the British high-ranking officials were wiped out, this power was directly concentrated in the hands of the Windsor family. He was so envious!

You should know that they only collected one-third of the Irish people in America. The rest were still in the hands of Newland and others and those big capitalists. If it weren't for the fact that the blond guy himself was also a member of the capitalists, he would have wanted to invite the Celts to America to cast a curse as well!

However, their focus was completely different from Bai Yang's.

Bai Yang smiled as he looked at the three thousand people in front of him, nodding with satisfaction. "Ah, I didn't expect that we could actually gather a reserve force of 2000 knights. If we complete the cleansing of the undead, this will be the prototype of a powerful superhuman army!"

"Alvin, can this army contend with the extraordinary armies of the Dylan Continent?"

"Perhaps it's still a little short, Your Majesty! But if each of them possessed a bit of divine power in combat, they might be able to contend with an army of extraordinary beings under the command of a mid-level god!" Alvin said happily. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on initiating the construction of an extraordinary army! If a divine war is launched, an extraordinary army will help you conquer the enemy's followers!"

"I have no intention of robbing other people's followers; I intend to take over their world as well—but I still need to build an extraordinary army, just in case they don't obey, and to give their gods, even the little Earth gods, a little shock!"

Bai Yang said with a smile, "This can be considered as making a random move and reaping a great reward!"
"And let the gods of the Dylan Continent come and see the results of this construction!"

(End of this chapter)